Whole night I feel my pain and drifting with my own Reflections, all burnt out Tales from the dark I open, by tempting hollow The Art of slumber dies But once a leaden swish sound, disturbing night slide The way you’re looking at me
I did not ask for this Rage is eating me up Driven by cold winds Still no move, no stop
Those frantic clouds are shading far beyond Deception overloaded, curtains up
When the pain is real and motionless and heavy And the scream is back to paint me black to perform his own sorrow
Leave me now until I wake up from The mordant pain of the sweetest dream of all